don't you love it when you randomly think of an 'arc' to put in your story and are just like "yk what sure-"

no, just me?

sad

xD

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-x- Izuku Midoriya's POV -x-

"A little birdy told me that the little villain known as 'Deku' was attending U.A," Giran said, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"It was plastered all over the news." Shigaraki rasped, taking a drink. "That little brat has caused us so much trouble, and now he's gone and got himself mixed up with the heroes."

Giran grinned smugly. "But I bet you didn't know about the rumors."

Shigaraki put down the glass, but left his hand wrapped around it. "What rumors?"

"The ones that say he lost his memory after his attack on U.A. It's said that the heroes are using this to their advantage to 'reform' the kid," Giran explained, curious about what Shigaraki would do.

"I see...," Shigaraki mumbled. "And you're absolutely sure these rumors are true?"

"By the looks of it, I'd say a resounding yes. Everybody and their mother is talking about the villain 'Deku' attending a pristine hero school. I just wonder how the kid hasn't seen anything yet," he mentioned, blowing out another stream of smoke.

Shigaraki leaned against the palm of his hand, careful to keep his pinky up. "They're probably keeping the brat in the dark. Making sure he doesn't dig around. Which," Shigaraki grinned wickedly, pushing himself out of his seat, "Allows us to use this opportunity to our advantage."

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Kirishima quickly ushered me to a seat before plopping down next to me, glancing around nervously.

"What's going-"

"Shh," he whispered, clearly alert and on the defensive.

Closing my mouth, I nodded.

They all know what you did. Why can't you remember?

My head snapped upwards as the voice seeped through my mind. What?

They all hate you. Can't you see that? Ever wonder why?

I bit my lip, bowing my head and balling up my pants in my fists.

It's because you're nothing but a-

"Villain!" someone shrieked, catching my attention.

I raised my head, noticing that Kirishima had rocketed from his seat, peering to the end of the car. Eyes widening, I watched as a man raised a gun into the air, waving it around.

"Any of you make a move," he shouted, quieting the car, "And you're dead!" His eyes scanned the area, looking for any signs of protest. "Now," he said, still looking, "Everyone hand over your cash."

"Why would he do this on a loaded train car?" I mumbled. My eyes widened. "Unless..." Is this a diversion? Or... Are they here for someone specific?

"Kirishima, what-"

Kirishima nodded, cutting off my whisper. I quieted down and nodded, body tense.

"Hey," Kirishima said, catching the man's attention. By the way his hands trembled, it was clear that he was nervous, but he continued showing false confidence. "What are you here for?"

The man growled, narrowing his eyes at Kirishima. "Shut up, brat!" he barked. "Sit back down before things get ugly."

"Man, just calm down," Kirishima said, careful not to make any sudden movements that might set the man off.

He raised his arms, his gun pointed towards Kirishima. "I'll shoot, dumb kid. Don't bite off more than you can chew."

Kirishima's eyes widened, and his breaths became quicker. Otherwise, he remained outwardly calm.

"I don't want either of us to get hurt, so if you can just put the gun down-"

"I told you to shut up, you dumb brat!" the man barked, firing off a warning shot. Kirishima turned to the side, gulping at the bullet that had narrowly missed his head.

He froze, and the passengers watched with bated breath, wondering what might happen next.

Heart pounding in my chest, I began standing, catching the attention of several people. "C'mon, this really isn't necessary," I said, my mind screaming at me to just sit down and shut up. But I ignored the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, nervously clearing my throat. "As he said, just put the gun down. I know you don't actually want to hurt anyone."

The man scowled. "Don't kids know how to shut up nowadays? Learn your place, kid!" Without warning, he quickly raised his gun, shooting off towards me. My eyes widened as the bullet came hurtling my way, and I felt as if everything around me turned to slow motion.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I put my hands in front of my face.

But the pain never came.

Confused, I reopened my eyes, only to see Kirishima standing in front of me, teeth gritted as he held his arms up, uniform torn to reveal his hardened skin.

Glancing in between him and the man, I realized that, if nothing happened soon, he was going to shoot again. And by the looks of Kirishima's nervousness, he couldn't keep it up forever.

Gulping, I inched forwards. "You're making a mistake. You don't need to-"

"SHUT UP!" the man roared, his expression showcasing his rage.

He pointed his gun towards me and I winced, but only heard the click of the trigger. He growled angrily as he repeatedly clicked, and I took the chance to burst forwards.

This is so stupid, this is so stupid, this is so-

Leaping forwards, I found myself on top of the man, pinning down his wrists. "Kirishima, take the weapon!" I called behind me.

Kirishima broke out of his daze and nodded, removing the weapon from the man's reach. He twitched angrily as I let out deep breaths.

"Jesus Christ," I mumbled.

After he gave up trying to wriggle away, I gritted my teeth, turning him around and pressing his arms behind his back. "Why'd you come here?" I asked, a tinge of anger in my voice.

"Like I'd tell you, brat!" he spat.

Not knowing what else to do, I pressed his arms forwards, causing them to dig into his back. "Answer."

The man let out a pained noise, face pressed against the ground. "They'll kill me if I say anything."

You could do the same.

"You'll face more than that if you don't answer," I said coldly. It felt unnatural, and I couldn't help but feel surprised with my tone. After a moment, though, I composed myself. "So hurry up and tell me why you're here."

"Fine, fine!" he said as I continued pushing his arms downwards. I loosened my grip as he began to speak, and he was clearly terrified. "I really don't know much. There was just some blue-haired creep from the League-of-Whatevers who told me to come. He said I was looking for some 'Deku' kid."

My eyes widened, and I looked back at Kirishima, who froze.

Turning slowly back towards the man, I let out a shaky breath. "I... see...," I mumbled.

"Just don't kill me or anything, please! Send me to jail for all I care - but I don't want that guy even near me."

He seemed absolutely terrified, which gave off no good signs.

Sighing, I nodded and stood up, pulling him upwards by his arms with his hands still behind his back.

"Is everyone alright?" a voice yelled from the other side of the car. By the looks of it, he was some sort of officer or security or something. I nodded, but was barely paying attention.

Breathing slowly, I gulped.

Why would someone come after me?

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midoriya has had no calm (very sad)

i told you, fluff is...

dangerous.

XDDD

anyways

Thanks for reading! <3